Ranting Goddess
2 min readJan 16, 2023

The Storm

Driving through the winding roads.
The sky a translucent white
Sun peeping through clouds so bright.
Moving clouds hiding beams of angel light.
Suddenly a gust of wind rain and sleet.
Surprised us in our warm cosy moving retreat.
The noise of slashing rain hitting the sides of cosy seats like waves crashing down on a sinking ship echoes of voices abandon ship.

Ranting Goddess

Definitely like a rant and chant but not a goddess just in my dreams. Take me as I am. No airs or graces with me. Yorkshire Poet, Acting coach, Director.